Chapter 1347

Unable to explain why, Mo Wentian always feels that this wing clan is not simple.

"Little Black Snake, you may know a little bit about the Winged Clan!"

Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's eyes instantly flashed with light.

"Little Black Snake, do you know the hidden race, the winged race?"

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and directly transmitted the voice to the little black snake.

"Buzz..."

And the moment Mo Wentian uttered his voice, he received a reply from the little black snake.

With a flick of his mind, Mo Wentian shattered the sound transmission talisman in an instant, and then, the voice of the little black snake came to his ears in an instant.

"My lord, this winged race is a flying race. Their bodies can turn into birds, and their bodies contain the blood of the ancient winged race!"

"The most powerful technique they practice is Mingshu!"

"Their Mingjutsu is rumored to disturb people's minds and attack people with it. Emperor, if you meet someone from the Wing Clan, you must avoid their Namingjutsu!"

In the voice of the little black snake, there was a bit of exhortation that could not be concealed.

"Mingshu? Disturbing the mind?"

"It's ridiculous to want to disturb the emperor's mind with this song technique!"

Hearing the little black snake's words, Mo Wentian instantly understood why the bird's cry carried a breath of death.

At the same time, Mo Wentian's eyes swept even deeper.

Mo Wentian became a little curious about the Wing Emperor of the Wing Clan.

And in the inner region of the Tianji Mountain Range, in the inn of the Xuanshen Temple.

"Little black snake, is it the voice that the boss gave you?"

Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and landed not far from the little black snake. Looking at the little black snake, Xiao Jiao said with a serious face.

"Reporting to Lord Xiaojiao, it is the voice that the emperor sent me!"

"The emperor asked me about the winged race hidden in the ancient ruins!"

Looking at Xiaojiao, the little black snake said respectfully.

"Wing Clan?"

"What race is this Wing Clan? What level has their strength reached? The boss has met someone from this Wing Clan?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao uttered all the doubts in his heart one after another.

"Reporting to Lord Xiaojiao, the emperor didn't say whether he met anyone from the Yi clan!"

"The emperor just asked me how much I know about the situation of the Yi clan!"

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the little black snake, and said in a deep voice.

"Then how much do you know about the situation of the Winged Clan, you should tell my lord!"

Xiao Jiao coughed lightly, looked at the little black snake, and said with a serious expression.

Ever since the shopkeeper of the Youlong Inn called him an adult, Xiao Jiao enjoys this title very much, and since then Xiao Jiao has also called himself an adult.

"Okay, Lord Xiaojiao!"

"This Yi tribe is actually similar to the Tianniu tribe. They all contain ancient blood. The blood of the clan!"

"However, there is still a huge difference in cultivation between the Yi Clan and the Tianniu Clan. The strongest of the Tianniu Clan is their physique, and the strongest of the Wing Clan is their Naruto!"

The little black snake looked at Xiao Jiao, and hurriedly introduced the Yi Clan to Xiao Jiao.

"Naruto?"

"What is this Mingjutsu?"

Hearing this, Xiaojiao frowned and asked with a puzzled face.

"Master Xiaojiao, this singing technique is similar to your Heavenly Dragon's Wrath!"

"But your Heavenly Dragon's Roar is mainly about strength, while this Wing Clan's Mingju focuses on attacking people's minds!"

"The people of the Wing Clan mainly attack people's minds through this song technique, and then kill them. This is their unique move!"

In the eyes of the little black snake, traces of light flashed, and said in a deep voice.

"Attacking people's minds?"

"This Wing Clan is really insidious!"

Hearing what the little black snake said, Xiaojiao's expression turned cold in an instant.

"Boss, don't meet this winged clan!"

"The strength of the boss is not bad, but the insidious martial arts of this wing clan..."

And at this moment, Huantian stretched out his furry paws, scratched his head, and said solemnly.

"The boss will be fine, even if he meets someone from the Wing Clan, the boss will be fine!"

Huantian hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by Xiaojiao.

Xiaojiao's voice was full of clangs, and he seemed to be very confident about Mo Wentian.

And just when Xiaojiao and Huantian were worried about Mo Wentian.

In the outer domain of the Tianji Mountain Range, Mo Wentian followed the young man to the entrance of the valley.

"Master Yi Huang, the emperor of the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom you want to invite, the disciple has already brought it!"

The boy knelt down directly towards the entrance of the valley, and his voice was even more respectful.

"Hawk..."

As soon as the boy said these words, a terrifying bird cry sounded again.

Following the sound of the bird's cry, a terrifying murderous aura mixed with a mysterious force spread instantly.

"This Emperor Yi of the Yi clan, let this emperor come here, but he still uses such power, it's really annoying!"

Even though Wing Emperor's chirping sound was irrelevant to Mo Wentian, especially this chirping sound wanted to attack his mind, and it couldn't even touch Mo Wentian's mind.

But this Yihuang asked him to come here, but before this person saw him, this Yihuang had already used his martial arts.

Even before meeting, Mo Wentian's impression of this Winged Emperor had already been greatly reduced.

But at this moment, the chirping sound stopped abruptly.

"Boom..."

There was a loud noise.

Immediately, a figure was seen walking out of the valley.

This person is a middle-aged man, the power and influence on this person is extremely vast, and a boundless coercion spreads out even more.

"The emperor of the Heaven Devouring God Kingdom came, and the emperor was far away from welcoming him, so I hope the Lord of Heaven will forgive me!"

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian with a smile on his lips.

What's more, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand directly to Mo Wentian while speaking, with a smile on his face, it seemed that Mo Wentian was a good friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

"Is there a long way to go?"

"Emperor Yi, it seems that when the emperor is following your people, you started to welcome the emperor with your voice!"

An indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent.

Looking at Yihuang's hand stretched out towards him, Mo Wentian just put it aside, and didn't hold it.

"Ask the Lord of Heaven, cough cough..."

"You have misunderstood me a little bit. I was practicing just now, so I didn't ask the Emperor of Heaven for you!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Yihuang was taken aback for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, a complicated light flashed in the depths of Yihuang's eyes.

But it was only for a moment, the complex eyes flashed away, looking at Mo Wentian, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.